It's Always My Fault Novels & Stories

“I’ll never forgive myself for this. Never.” “Don’t blame yourself. I told you, it was an accident.” “Yeah, but it’s my fault you even came in there. It’s my fault for slamming the door on your hand. Everything’s always my fault,” he muttered. “Don’t say that,” I said gently. “Please don’t.” “You don’t get it. My whole life, everything’s always been my fault. It was my fault my parents split up. If I hadn’t been such a prick…” “Stop it,” I demanded. “You had nothing to do with any of that.” He shook his head sadly and rolled his eyes.

Gentle. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never knew they would come. I never wanted you to face that again.” My heart squeezed. His touch made me cry harder. I shook my head. “It’s not your fault,” I choked. “It’s me. It’s always me. I only bring trouble… shame… pain.” He moved closer. His hand slid down, holding mine. His fingers were firm, like he was trying to keep me from falling apart. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that again. You’re not the one at fault. They are. Him. His family. Not you.”

“Because it was all my fault…” "Why are you blaming yourself?" The young man's eyebrows rose to the side when he heard his words just now. “It is not your fault.” “Because it's mostly my fault…,” Marie admitted amidst her sobs. "If only I hadn't contacted my father's extended family back then..." “Err… that…” "It's all my fault. You can blame me. Because of my stupidity, I put your older brother in danger… I break my promise, Caleb …” “I told you…”

Mila stood up and grabbed my hand and covered it with a bandage. “You’ve been getting a lot of these so I got band-aids already just in case.” I sighed, “I’m sorry, I was just out of it.” “If you’re thinking that it was your fault, stop it, Kath,” Sophie said. “Are you going to live your life thinking that it’s always your fault and blame yourself over and over again? That’s not healthy, Kath. That’s not even living. It makes you barely alive when you’re carrying a weight that you shouldn’t even carry.”

“You don’t have to say it, it clearly is. A crunch in mac and cheese? Really? I am not good at cooking. I was never interested, so I am not the best. I watched a bunch of YouTube videos to make this, but I still messed it up. Now you are in so much pain because of me which you don’t deserve and I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was watching the road and the car just came out of nowhere, and now this happened…” “Talia, hey, hey slow down,” Maxton said, placing his hand over mine when he saw me getting nervous. “None of this is your fault. It was a freak accident. What matters is that you are okay, things would have been really bad if that car had hit you.” “Well, it is my fau

Miserable, even. “I don't know you well enough to understand what made you think this was your fault,” I said. “And I don't know what it's like to lose the only family you have. But I do know what it feels like to see someone you care about get hurt and feel completely helpless.” He didn't react to my words, so I continued. “It isn't your fault,” I said. “You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't blame yourself.”

It killed her at the end. I killed her. It was all my fault Mine and no one else's. My fault, but she never made me feel like the burden I was. She was too good, too good for the life she was subjected to, to good for the asshole she married, too good for any of this, too good for me. It was all my fault and it still is...

His dark eyes glittered with emotions I couldn't make out. "It’s not your fucking fault." He repeated, making my heart skip a beat. "My security was breached. That’s on me." "This is not your fault! If I wasn’t here, no one would have had to get hurt or die!" I cried, placing my hand on my head. I wasn’t a help; I was a magnet for trouble. I was a fake! Trying to heal? Heal what? Injuries that I was the reason for!

"He should have blamed me, it was my fault," "Salvatore-" "-If only I had been more vigilant if only I had put more security measures into place. If I had insisted that Serafina send her guards to get the nebulizer, she would still be alive. If I had insisted that mom and dad stay here, they wouldn't have been attacked. If I had killed Jayson that day, I would not be dealing with this. It's all my fault," "Baby, no," Nicole shook her head, pain evident in her voice to realize how much he was beating himself up over it. "It's not your fault; you can't know everything all the time,"

Bella wailed and replied, “I am in so much pain, but the nurse refused to give me strong painkillers.” Her mother held her hand and replied, “Sweetheart, the public hospital does have the strong painkillers that you had in the private hospital.” Bella looked at her mother coldly and said, “It’s all your fault, Mom. Why did you provoke Mr Earl? What were you thinking about airing our family’s dirty linen on social media? I will never forgive you for destroying my life. I don’t even want to look at you. I am ashamed to call you my mother.”